The Song of Igor's Campaign,
Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg.

Here lances shall break,
here sabers shall blunt
against Kuman helmets
on the river Kayala by the Great Don.
O Russian land,
you are already behind the culmen!

Now the winds, Stribog's grandsons,
in [the guise of] arrows waft from the sea
against the brave troops of Igor!
The earth rumbles,
the rivers run sludgily,
dust covers the fields.
The banners speak:
"The Kumans are coming
from the Don and from the sea and
from all sides!"
The Russian troops retreat.
The Fiend's children bar the field
with their war cries;
the brave sons of Rus bar it
with their vermilion shields.